Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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